Thursday, February 22, 2007

The Kid Stays In The Picture

The artist.

The art.

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It is possible that the fact that I let my fifteen-month old daughter use my camera and then post the product of her efforts on the Internet is just so much more evidence that I am an unrepentant attention-whore who publicly exploits the precociousness of her child in order to affirm her own identity as amother on the cutting edge of cool, if such a thing is not incontrovertibly oxymoronic. But it is also possible that I just think that the world needs more WonderBaby.

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If any of you Toronto-area parents are looking to out yourselves as desperately hip - or just looking to have a really good time with your children in a venue that is devoid of licensed characters - you could always check this out this weekend. WonderBaby and I are going: just look for a tiny, sparsely-haired performance-toddler, and her bad mother.

36 Comments:

It is possible that the fact that I let my fifteen-month-old daughter use my camera and then post the product of her efforts on the Internet is just so much more evidence that I am an unrepentant attention-whore...

The fact that you let your fifteen-month-old use your camera suggests to me that you are her good mother, letting her explore a technology and an art that's new to her, without freaking out about your camera getting broken.

That you post her photo suggests that you are her mother. Just her mother, always her mother.

Hey, it's Jeff in Ottawa from CW High. Been lurking for a while, but had to post in reply to your latest entry. HILARIOUS. We gave the boy his own camera last summer when he was 5. No shit, a quarter of the pictures were of his feet. Another quarter were of other people's feet. Even feet at higher-than-eye-level for him, so it's not a looking-down thing. Shoes on a shelf in a closet? Art fodder! Profound insight into the boy's interests was had. Anyways, been enjoying your posts while I'm on temporary hiatus from employment. Keep the kid's pictures coming - I'm curious to see if the boy's apparent foot fetish is one of the phases one reads about in good parenting literature. Rock on.

And, um, JEFF? Wow. Delurking much appreciated - but now you've got me freaked that there are dozens (or at least twos or threes) of old high school buddies hanging out around this blog. Laughing, probably. And pointing.

Only one of my three is interested in the camera, which she mainly uses to take photos of her toys. I could do quite a post of blury toy photos. Now that she's nearly 8, we're getting her an inexpensive and sturdy digital camera so that she stops using up MY batteries all the time.

My 3-year old has her own camera, and usually she takes pictures of her toys and the floor and things that, honestly, aren't very moving.

But this one time she took the most perfect picture of the branches of our jade plant, and I was so shocked that I almost started crying. It was perfectly lovely, and worth all the pictures I had to scan through to reach it.

Hello, Her Bad Mother (though, really, you are quite good): Just wanted to let you know that I've named you on my blog in something that looks like a meme, but is really just deep praise. Thanks for making me think!